The Rats Escaped From The Tigers (2)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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Young Mirae couldn't sleep properly last night. At least she didn't want to, but her eyes betrayed her. Her thoughts were simply full of her fake grandfather's voice, and the words he had said that evening.

Young Mirae could only punch her pillows to express her burning anger. She couldn't scream. Young Mirae didn't want to disturb the ones sleeping hence she unleashed it quietly.

Great, now, Young Mirae needed to find another job that would be her source of money. But she wouldn't want to work as a part-timer for some stupid fast-food chains. Those would help nothing!

Definitely. The underground world would be the first one on her list. Entering that world would suffice for her needs before she could realize it. But Young Mirae had no connection to the underground. She knew no one.

'It might, or entirely impossible for me — those underground wrestles and drug dealings. Gah, I should stop thinking about this underground thing. I'll get spanked straight to my butthole with my guilt if I join them. Grand-gran hated being connected to it.' 

Young Mirae sighed deeply. Inside the locker room, she ran her hands to her face and muttered audibly, "I need more than this cleaning and wiping ass of a service, and I need a goddamn phone."

"Then buy one," butted the voice, which came from Nam Hana. "Here, Sunhi. This is yesterday's juice. The client gave us more than expected 'cause of the add-on body."

"Add-on?" Young Mirae queried as her hand reached for the white envelope.

"Yeah, that young guy shot at the parking lot?" Nam Hana marched toward his locker and opened it. "Go ahead, buy a phone. Sister and I agreed to give you the full extra amount as our compensation for the, you know, accident last month."

"You—" An interruption stopped Young Mirae.

"Look, Sunhi! I know we don't have to, but we feel responsible for what happened. Just accept it. But if you really don't want to, you can give it to me."

When Nam Hana was about to take the envelope back, Young Mirae brought it to her chest. "I mean, yeah, you guys should give me this! I will take it. Thank you, Nam Hana. Send my thanks to your sister."

"Sure thing." Nam Hana closed his locker after grabbing his jacket in his belongings.

Before he could leave the locker room, Young Mirae chased out, "So, um, I am really short of money. And, ah, I have been thinking of what kind of job other than this cleaning service offers a good income. Do you know any?"

Young Mirae clasped her hands, anticipating Nam Hana's answer.

With a raise of a brow, Nam Hana observed Young Mirae, who was sitting on the bench chair. Inserting his arms into his jacket, he began, "I do, but it is still related to asses though. Are you good at kicking them?"

"Yeah, I mean, if it is any kind of fucker, I am pretty confident," Young Mirae assured.

Why wouldn't she be certain of her skills? None other than Bo Kyung trained Young Mirae after all. There was nothing to doubt about her combat skills. Unsureness and hesitation would only weaken a person.

Nam Hana matched her kindling gaze. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his bag. "...Hm, go ahead, see the President and let her know that you're looking for the job I'm going to tell you. She will be the one to tell if you or you are not qualified." 

"What, what kind of job is it, anyway?"

"I told you, you'll get to kick and tear someone's ass."

"Huh?" Young Mirae tilted her head a little to the side.

"Pft, you looked so confused. Okay, I'm just kidding," Nam Hana cracked before his tone dropped seriously. "You will work as a gunman, a hire for a kill, or whatever you want to name it. A decent kill would reward you thirty million won in one mission, babe. Well, if you can kill, that is."

Nam Hana jested, but the thought: "Ah, that's right! I totally forgot that you're the Grand Dog's daughter, aren't you?" 

Young Mirae was quiet. What would be the difference if Young Mirae was the Grand Dog's actual daughter or not? 

Oh, right, she recalled one time when the fake grandfather talked about the other service the company was offering to its clients. Could this be it?

While the thought came into Young Mirae, Nam Hana walked by the exit and yelled, "I'm expecting that you'll show the President that you are qualified in one go, Sunhi!"

"Wait, Hana, don't we have work tonight? Where are you going?" She hastened to ask him.

"Don't worry, we got a break, babe! And hell yeah, I've been waiting for this shit. I'm living for this!" Nam Hana cried out a reply and flew.

Alone in the locker room, her eyes darted to the wall clock. 'Was the president in her office?' she asked.

'Nine o'clock. It's getting late. I dunno if she's in her office right now, but I'll just see if she's there or not,' she replied to herself inwardly. Young Mirae hurriedly packed her things and headed to the office. 

The president was an old woman, but the aura she was omitting was the opposite of her appearance. She appeared tall and intimidating to everyone. She could walk straight in her five-inch heels, chin raised, while she looked down at the people she passed through.

Young Mirae declared to herself that the president was officially her role model.

By the time Young Mirae arrived in front of the office's door, she hesitated for a second to knock on the wood.

"Um, Mrs. President, are you in there?" She built the courage to knock.

"What is it?" queried the voice from the other side of the door.

"I have something to discuss with you, Mrs. President. Ah, actually I'm going to ask you about the 'other' service?" 

"Come in, but leave your shoes outside," the voice demanded. After hearing this order, Young Mirae took off her heels and did what she was told.